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It was a long lonesome drive back to our house without Jan by myside. As the miles whizzed by I recognized that I was unpleasant at times however at others I was excited and almost giddy knowing that she was back with Steve and he was most likely screwing her and dragging her deeper and deeper into the hotwife way of life. I felt at the time that she would be enjoying herself and I didn't know what was actually going on till much later after she returned from St. Louis.
I had to keep our friends and family at bay and not divulge that Jan was still in St. Louis without me. We had actually restricted interaction at the time just a short text every day and just one brief but doing not have in information phone call about her prolonged holiday.
This was practically a completely various lady than the one I had actually left in St. Louis just a week earlier. She was taller than my 5'10' as she was wearing high-heeled shoes with at least a 5 inch heel. She had on a summer season gown that appeared like it ought to be worn as a slip as it was almost sheer and shimmery; it fell midway between her knees and her hips. It was lacy at the top, cut quite low and you could quickly construct out the curve of her breasts through it. As I held her I might not feel her bra strap or panties as my hands slipped from her back and over her ass. I gave her a leering appearance.
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